...and a terrifyingly unfamiliar yellow orb drops bright light from the sky rather than clouds dropping the wet. Run away!
So, um, yes, we've been having a very gray and rainy spring, even more gray and rain than I, who rejoices in gray and rain, can be cheery about. Our couple of days of heat have been too summer hot and have lasted but an instant, and it has gone back to gray and rain. This basically comes down to no spring in Seattle, except for the plants that bravely have been doing all their blooming in the rain. I really shouldn't complain, we've not suffering like Iowa. Truly, though, the garden is burgeoning with growth and promising all kinds of wonders. It looks like a good year for blueberries, raspberries, and currants, which means I can make black currant jelly as well as the annual raspberry apricot this year! Hooray!
So today, in celebration, we shall barbecue, and eat toxically charred bits of steak and corn on the cob and we shall pretend it is summer.
This means, of course, that poor Jim's allergies are acting up. His stitches are healing well, though.
Mom and Dad's house is nearly done with all the work they've been suffering through, too.
The Clarion West Workshop is a week away (students start arriving Friday!), so I'm trying to simultaneously enjoy the last of my freedom, get everything prepared for the workshop, and wrap up the day job and the personal things I want to take care of before the deluge starts. Hmm. Wonder how I'll do with that?
But first, Devin and Tamar are due here shortly to help us char the steaks.
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